We all gather here today to celebrate,
The gruesome union
and to witness Opheia's heartbreak.
This will be one interesting reunion.
Hamlet discussed his pre-wedding nerves with a ghost.
Maybe he is just mad?
I probably shouldn't include that in my toast.
Let's be honest, he killed his bride's dad
After he told her to go to a nunnery.
You could say
That the discovery
Of his dad's murder drove him this way.
Ophelia doesn't deserve this, though.
Does it really matter in the end?
I mean, she will be dead before the end of the show.
Sorry, I'm being inconsiderate to Ophelia's friends.
Nevermind what I said.
I would like to personally congratulate the mysterious bride,
The only one I know that will have no story to dread.
Congratulations on your suicidal wedding.
Don't forget to drink the Drink of Poison.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written myself to help with some overwhelming emotions.
